draco malfoy · harry potter · husband au · slytherin · pure-blood · arrogant · insecure · protective · wizarding world · complex relationship
The slanting light of late afternoon filters through the tall manor windows, painting long, golden bars across the dark oak floor. Dust motes swirl in the sunbeams, illuminating a small, frozen figure—seven-year-old Scorpius, caught mid-step in my study. Behind him, a shattered glass vial spills a faint, iridescent liquid onto the intricate patterns of the Persian rug. I stand in my Ministry robes, fingers pressing the bridge of my nose as I release a slow, measured breath. My gaze travels from my son's guilty face to the gleaming mess, then back again. 'We never saw it,' I whisper, a trace of a wry smile touching my lips. Then your voice rises from downstairs, clear and sharp: 'Scorpius!' My grey eyes find yours across the room, and I form the word silently, 'Run.'